DEEP TIME hesitated to invade your consciousness for so long. You were getting irritated.

"They're late!" you moaned as you paced around the room,
stamping out cigarette butts. "Who's late?" your friends would ask, but
you couldn't answer ‘cos you didn't quite know … you just knew DEEP TIME
had to be out there, somewhere.

And they were. Like a doomsday cult lurking at the edge of
the desert, they were biding their time, patiently poised to pounce. One
day they would run free in their dune buggies, dispensing truth to the
wretched, starving masses.

But they had to wait … for the right time! They had
surveyed the scene for some years and, as occurs before each apocalypse,
saw the Earth was rife with false prophets. DEEP TIME let them do their
thing – they are part of the process, after all – and coolly watched
them espouse their various dogmas, panaceas, crazes, and snake oils.

Each of these crazes precipitated mass hysteria, inspiring
the mob to run this or that-a-way, drooling, sobbing, flailing about
and/or groaning. Those so affected would eventually collapse on the
ground, unconscious until awakened by a new plastic potentate with yet
another craze, trend or fad. The crowd would dutifully chase, drool,
collapse all over again.

While DEEP TIME watched all this transpire, they too could
have joined the fray, jumped aboard the ... When the time was right.
When the dust had cleared and the ruins had settled into the precisely
correct rubble proscenium on which to perform.
When would that time be? Luckily for you dear reviewer/ enthusiast or whoever you may be, IT IS RIGHT NOW.

DEEP TIME (née YELLOW FEVER) are from Austin TX, a
bewitching pop duo, comprised of Jennifer Moore on Organ, electric
guitar and vocal microphone, and Adam Jones on drums – who are as
infectious and delightful as this time demands.

Jennifer Moore, once the torchbearer for girl-group legends
THE CARROTS is something altogether unusual in the modern age; a singer
with those endangered qualities: personality, style, and an arresting
delivery. Adam Jones is the jazzy 'batterista,' as musical and dynamic a
drummer as you will see on the scene today. Once upon a time, creatures
such as these roamed the earth in the dozens; now they are as rare as
the barely glimpsed yeti.

BUT! It's not just their personality that recommends them.
It's the tunes, mate. Just listen to the new-wave polka-soul-serenading
madness of "Gold Rush," the toe-tapping Italo-mutation of "Sgt Sierra,"
the easy-listening doom-incantation of "Gilligan" … every song on the
record is a bon-a-fide catastrophe for the forces of predictability and
boredom.

DEEP TIME are that kind of rare phenomenon that is easy to
miss in the modern rock carnival because they don't wear kabuki make-up
or pour PBR on their head. Their bandwagon isn't a monster truck or a
garish tour bus with a broken toilet, so you might not see it parked
outside of the club. Still, jump on when it drives by. It's a sweet
ride.